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I've been thinking a lot about that one post I made a while back and wanted to see it in the form of a comic.

Original post underneath for reference.

I feel like I've been a bit deprived of demons in my work, so is there anyone in particular you'd like me to write about? Feel free, I love all the Upper Moons!

I, having just calmed down after three years in the Bionicle fandom, where I developed Matau (a silly bird) in many AUs, after re-watching Night Watch, warmly remembering Soren and the emotions he brought me as a child, after watching mha, admiring Hawk, sit down to watch kny: So, well, everything will be calm here Urogi: *appears* Me, tearing apart the pillow: FUCKING BIRD

Everyone is used to Sanemi having a rather rough, low voice (I don't mean it's unpleasant, of course), that no one thinks that the man can sing at all.

And then their software crashes when they hear him humming something in thought or if Genya falls asleep on his lap while his older brother plays with his hair.

HE'S THE ELDDEST OF SEVEN CHILDREN, OF COURSE HE CAN SING LULLABIES OR FOLK SONGS TO CALM HIS SIBLINGS

bonus: Giyu is a great listener of songs, but his singing is the same as his attempts to smile (my silly).

Sometimes I am overcome with an almost animal horror from what is happening. Not only in my life but also around me. But the experience that I had to go through sometimes undermines me too much. For a long time, for several years, I have been haunted by the feeling that I function by some kind of damn miracle. My therapist once expressed the idea that I may have real physical problems that are reflected in my psyche, which simply cannot cope and works in emergency mode, but I cannot allow myself to understand more thoroughly whether this is true. Sometimes I am simply afraid to live, but I am also afraid to die. Sometimes I am so afraid, not understanding why I still continue to survive while my rods are cracking. Perhaps I am just afraid that death will not be a release. I try to think more about things that make me happy, to contemplate more beauty around me, but sometimes fear still takes hold of me, reminding me of the horror of the past from which I escaped. I don't know why I'm writing this here, maybe so that on better days I can read these words again and smile, but this time from relief. Don't pay too much attention to it, I just need an outlet sometimes, apparently, so I don't lose my head completely. And in the end, this is my blog with my stuff, so let this stay here until I return to better days.

It's not like they thought it would happen.

Not with their pace of life and the fact that they could die at any moment.

But it happened.

Obanai was just relaxing on the tatami, stroking Kaburamaru's body in his hands, removing old scales, helping his little friend with the molt. It was a rather personal moment, which they usually spent alone, but this time everything happened a little differently.

Sanemi suddenly appears in the space of his room in the Corps, but he doesn't say anything.

In general, he tried, tried to be quieter next to Iguro, knowing that snakes don't like loud sounds, and disturbing Iguro at such a moment would be simply rude.

So with the same silence he approaches, glancing at the place next to Obanai, and, receiving a slight nod, sits down next to him.

The moments pass as Shinazugawa watches the unity between Obanai and his snake without disturbing the peace, and only when Kaburamaru crawls away from his hands does he hand Iguro a bento without looking at him.

"What is this?"

"Lunch. You haven't eaten in almost four days again, idiot. Are you trying to kick back or are you like Kaburamaru and eat once a week?" Wind Hashira grumbles, glancing at Obanai.

He doesn't respond to this reproach, simply accepting the wooden bento and opening it, tilting his head to the side in mild surprise, like a snake. A couple of onigiri, with salmon by the smell, vegetables, and shrimp tempura. Suddenly, his stomach rumbles faintly, only now letting him know that perhaps he really has managed to get hungry during the days when he skipped meals.

"Thank you." Obanai doesn't smile even under his bandages, but he can tell from Sanemi's grin that he's clearly pleased.

They don't speak any further as Iguro eats, bandages loosened and slightly turned away, more out of habit. It's not like there was any point in hiding his scars now, especially from Shinazugawa, who wasn't embarrassed by his own scars, but it made him feel better anyway.

But when he finishes, it's a surprise to him when Sanemi hands him a couple of bluish-colored mochi on parchment.

Obanai starts to say something, but Sanemi simply places the dessert on his lap without looking at him.

"You treated my bugs. Consider it gratitude." he snorts, grinning contentedly as Obanai bites into the mochi, tasting the blueberry filling.

He… He's never been given treats like this, and he's a little confused.

"You're a slob without bandages," Sanemi suddenly mutters softly, using his thumb to wipe away some of the berry filling from Iguro's scars, licking it off immediately, leaving Hashira Snake with wide, surprised eyes.

Damn Iguro, he doesn't even know how adorable he looks right now.

And how adorable and confused he is when Shinazugawa's lips touch his, a light touch, soaking in the taste of blueberries.

It's only then that Sanemi realizes that the damn blueberries leave marks on his skin, and so he pulls away, exhaling.

"Watch your damn diet, Obanai." he curses, standing up and leaving Obanai in shock. It's only when he leaves that Iguro's cheeks burn with realization, and he quickly pulls the bandages back.

I'm going crazy, please listen to the song Volchya Luna by Melnitsa and tell me it's not Sanemi

It's a Russian song, but I can provide you with a translation without any problems!

めでたいでんしゃ「かい」は本当に可愛いです…